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“What? You think I’ve never met an aristocrat before?” I raised my eyebrows. “There were at least four in my history class.”
And, uh. I am one.
He chuckled, indicating off the main road onto a smaller one. “Yeah, you’re right.” He turned the car. “That’s why my grandpa is kind of set on me seeing the right person. Or who he deems the right person. He’s…”
“Archaic and judgemental?”
“No.” William paused. “Yes.”
I laughed. “So why did you bring me instead of some fancy aristocratic girl he’d like?”
“I tried. She wasn’t available.”
I stared at him.
His lips curved to one side. “Kidding. Mum suggested someone, but I asked you instead. You’re a perfectly acceptable friend with your education, and he might even consider you an acceptable casual girlfriend.”
“I’m starting to feel like I’m a roast chicken being presented to Gordon Ramsay,” I remarked. “I thought you said there was no drama in your family.”
“There’s a lot of drama in my family,” he replied. “I absolutely lied about that.”
“Is there anything truthful in what you’ve told me?”
“My name is William, and I did graduate from Oxford.”
“Great. Something I wanted to be wrong is right.”
He laughed and indicated, then pulled over to the side of the road, slightly wheeling onto the grass verge. He rested his forearm on the steering wheel and looked over at me. “Look, I’m sorry. If you want to go home, I’ll turn the car around, take you back to the airport, and forget this ever happened.”
I met his eyes for a moment then let my attention drift to the sign at the end of the road. It readGlenroch Castle, 200m.
“Is that the castle?” I asked, pointing at the sign.
He looked at it and nodded. “Yep.”
“And you’re willing to turn in the road right now, take me back to the airport, get me on another flight, and pretend we never met?”
“Yep.”
I blinked at the sign and then him.
Wow.
He was something else.
“Keep driving,” I said, shifting around to face the front of the car. “You’re not turning around now.”
“Are you sure?”
“William. Drive.”
He started the car. “Grace, I mean it.”
“Just drive.” I flapped my hand impatiently. “Go. Before I change my mind.”
Will waited for a second, looking at me out of the corner of his eye, then checked his mirrors and pulled away from the side of the road. “When you regret this in twenty-four hours, I’ll remind you of this conversation.”
“You won’t need to. I will never forget this conversation.”
